The ghost(s) in the grave
Are building their walls
I'm burning the sage
She's breaking my fall
I, I'm on your side
Oh I, I'm on your side
I'm on your side
I sleep in the vines by your cellar door
The lovers drew lines; they've all gone to war
With spirits like wine that spill to the floor
I, I'm on your side
Oh I, I'm on your side
I'm on your side
I'm down on my knees begging you raw
Your fire it weaves like silk thru my skull
My ghost(s) needs relief please bury them all
I, I'm on your side
Oh I, I'm on your side
I'm on your side